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"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

"In your fucking dreams!" Desmond glared at Oliver, then at Zaria. Why did she come? She knew it would be dangerous. He would have blamed Evan for bringing her but he knew his wife all too well.

"Since it is settled, you and your daughter may leave." Oliver dismissed his protest.

He shot a glare at Oliver. "Don't tempt me."

Oliver thought it was the best time to laugh and make fun. "Stalling won't help you. You're just delaying the inevitable. How about you simply leave and let us have the discussion we need to have. The sooner you leave, the sooner your wife will follow you home. Now, move along."

"I'll be fine." Zaria assured him.

He knew the Wests weren't stupid enough to actually cause her any harm. No one wanted to get on Lucy's side. Even so, that didn't guarantee her safety. There was always the tiny chance they were willing to self-destruct just to get revenge.

Deal with the Wests (1)